Thoughtful About . . . My Family

Yesterday a couple things happened. Though I spent my free-time de-adverbing Yesterday’s Tides so that it can go out to the editors who requested it today (I’m addicted to adverbs, I swear), I spent the rest of my day with family.

For starters, my awesome and gorgeous cousin Andrea came to visit in the morning. We were always close as kids, though we saw each other only twice a year or so, but it’s been approximately forever since we’ve seen each other. So it was very cool to hug her again, and she now has a daughter who’s two, so the kids could all play together. Or play in the same room anyway, lol.

I also received the first solid proof that Rowyn, a.k.a. Mr. Independence, did indeed miss me while I was gone. He didn’t seem fazed when I left him at my mom’s for an hour on Tuesday to take Xoe to Story Time, and he hasn’t been extra-clingy or anything since I got back. But yesterday afternoon I needed to run to the market and he was still napping. So David stayed home with him, and I took Xoe with me. When we got home, he was up and looked thrilled to see me walk through the door. He sat on my lap for, like, an hour. Followed me everywhere I went. Kept giving me hugs and kisses.

Not. Normal. Wonderful, but not normal. And it occurred to me that the last time he woke up and Mama wasn’t here, I’d been gone for days. So it was great to see his gladness that this was NOT the case this time.

And for the record, after about a millennium of editing, I did indeed get the adverbs cut down in my manuscript, and it should be winging its way across email to various editors’ inboxes today. So anyone with a prayer to spare, feel free to apply it to that! And now, let the waiting begin . . .

Remember When . . . Everyone flocked to the rooftops?

In Stray Drop, the house plays a pretty critical role in the story, it being where most of the action takes place. Adventurous, I know, but my heroine’s a house slave, so . . . you know. I’ve spent a lot of time studying houses of the day. Thank you to all those diligent archeologists out there who have uncovered some for me!

What did I learn? That in Israel in Jesus’ day, much of the household was run on the roof. The rooftop was usually on multiple levels, each section of the house being a varying height, and it’s where people did the weaving, the cooking, the everything. For some reason, I hadn’t envisioned this. I had assumed there would be something like a porch or portico, something that would provide shade. But apparently they went outside for the light, so . . . this is why I shouldn’t assume. The actual kitchen was very small, and most of the cooking was done out there where the heat wouldn’t build up. Makes sense, huh?

And of course, it’s totally different in Rome. I doubled my work by moving the plot of Stray Drop to Rome for the second half of the book. Because while some things are the same, others are definitely NOT. Their house is built around the courtyard, with a back garden. And the interior is far different, too, each room having one purpose only.

Speaking of one purpose, my son seems to think his right now ought to be running into his sister’s room and waking her up, so I had better get off the computer. Hope everyone has a great Wednesday!

(for a sketch of this, go to this site and scroll down to the housing section)

Story Time . . . Finished A PRISONER OF VERSAILLES

On the way to Denver I had many, many hours with nothing to do but read. So I logged some serious book-time and was delighted to finish Golden’s A Prisoner of Versailles. Especially because I got to give her a hug the next morning! So though I’ve posted two things on it before, this will be my official review, which will also appear on the Christian Review of Books website in the next week or so.

A Prisoner of Versailles
By Golden Keyes Parsons
Review by Roseanna White

In her quest to keep her family safe in their Huguenot faith, Madeleine has a formidable foe: King Louis XIV. The Sun King is determined to bring her back to his side, and when he tears her from her family yet again, she must learn how–and when–to fight. In a world where even love could destroy her, how can her God save her?

Though her husband miraculously escaped the galleys in In the Shadow of the Sun King, Parson’s first book in the From Darkness to Light trilogy, the horrors have taken their toll. After clinging desperately to life as long as he could, he passes away in the opening of the book, leaving Madeleine with one final wish: take the family and flee to the New World. She doesn’t know how to achieve this task–or if she has the heart to leave Europe–but she knows she must try.

Proving his far-stretching power, King Louis finds her even in Switzerland and has her and her eldest son brought back to Versailles. Held there as a pampered prisoner, Madeleine’s faith faces its ultimate test. What price will she pay to protect her family? And what price must Pierre, the man who sacrificed so much to help them, pay for his role?

A Prisoner of Versailles is a fabulous continuation of the Darkness to Light saga, and I loved it even more than the first book. I’m a sucker for romance, so I really appreciated that this one had more of a love story. And I hear that the third book will have even more romance, so I’m really looking forward to that!

Prisoner was packed with adventure, intrigue, and a faith thread to touch your deepest heart. Most of us have never faced an authority that forbids us to worship as our heart tells us to, but Parsons brings to life the cry of the heart that the Huguenots must have felt. This a rich tapestry of a book, one that will paint a vivid picture of the past and bury itself into your heart. I definitely recommend A Prisoner of Versailles–it will capture you, and you’ll be happy to be caught.

Back from Conference

I’m going to ease back into my real life today, so my blog will be pretty informal. (As opposed to how strict I usually am, right? Hardy har har.)

Had a great time in Denver. I think by far the best part was getting to spend face time with my critique group. I had some very encouraging editor meetings, too. The best would be the one where I got a very nice proposal request, then she asked if I had a writing sample. So I pulled out the manuscript I’d just pitched her (see, this is why I always bring a proposal with me!) and she gushed over the writing. Her request turned into a “Yes, I definitely want to read this. Send this right away.” Woo hoo!

So now I’m back home and thinking, “Do I really have to do laundry today? Really? I’m thinking it can wait until tomorrow. 😉 I’ve got a cousin in town I hope to connect with over the next couple of days, and over a thousand emails that have built up. Wanna take bets on how many are real?

For all you ACFWers at the conference, I enjoyed seeing you!

Remember When . . . Bathrobes Were All the Rage?

Remember When . . . Bathrobes Were All the Rage?

This is going to be my last blog of the week, since tomorrow morning I’ll be winging my way to Denver for the ACFW conference–woo hoo!!

We’ll credit Stephanie for this entry, since she asked “What’s a stola?” last week. Thanks for the inspiration, Stephanie! We’re going to travel back 2,000 years and take a look at fashion today.

It’s kind of funny, because we’ve all done those low (or NO) budget plays in church, right? Where we want to look biblical, so we don an old bathrobe, throw a towel over our head, and voila! If we want to be really authentic, maybe we’ll get a long length of cloth to drape over our shoulders or something, right?

It’s an image that’s hard to shake, so I had to do some research when working on Stray Drop. I mean, some things I know about the time makes me think, “Okay, maybe it’s not so far off, especially for women. They were second-class citizens at the time, so maybe they did wear formless, bland stuff.” But . . . no. I mean, come on. When in history have women ever been happy to let their figures go totally unnoticed??

Women’s fashions started out much like the men’s, in that they wore a tunic–long, robe-like thing, two seams up the sides, neck hole. Men would then cover it with a toga (if Roman) or (if Hebrew) a cloak or mantle. This isn’t the cape/coat type of cloak so much as an over-jacket, decorated and adorned. The toga, of course, is a whole lot of cloth draped and tucked into the classic lines we all recognize.

But to jump back to women. Even back then, they were all about emphasizing assets. Tunics were belted, knotted, draped to show off curves. (The picture is actually of an Egyptian priestess, but Israelites often borrowed styles from their larger neighbor.)

Roman women often even fancied up the tunic, opting for the Greek-style chiton, which has the fastened sleeves we often call “Roman fashion” when we do it today. Roman women were entitled to wear a stola when they got married, but not all did–it wasn’t particularly stylish or practical. The belted or draped their clothing to make it figure-flattering.

For variety (since the stola was probably undyed wool), they went super-fancy in hair, headdresses, and jewelry. Hebrew women, on the other hand, usually tied their hair back with a piece of cloth, and would cover their heads for protection from the sun.

Now, if you think makeup is a modern invention, you’re waaaaaay off. Women back then would pain their faces too. It’s obvious from Egyptian paintings that they especially favored eye makeup, and as already stated, neighboring countries loved to borrow their colorful style.

I think what it comes down to is a pretty unchanging human nature–and female nature, lol. We like to look good. Maybe it’s part of the curse from the Garden: that we will we desire our husbands and work to please them. Maybe that’s why women throughout history have spent hours figuring out how to make their clothes flattering, their makeup attractive, their hair so pretty.

Now don’t think I’m above it just because I point that out! I tell my hubby all the time, “I’m vain. I can’t help it. If I’m going out in public, you better bet I want to look good.” Hence why I spent hours picking out the perfect outfits for conference, got the perfect haircut, just sifted through my makeup bag yesterday to make sure I had all that I needed without taking too much. I know, I know, appearances aren’t the most important thing. But at the same time, that’s what makes a first impression, and I believe in making the best of what the good Lord gave me. You’ll never find me spending money I don’t have on it (I’m notorious in my family for being the one who goes shopping and puts everything back, saying, “I really don’t need that. I don’t want to spend the money on it.”), but I choose carefully, making sure what I do buy or wear flatters me.

Nice to know we’ve been doing that since of the dawn of time, eh?

Now . . . see some of you in Denver! Can’t wait!!